Phoenix Maplewood butterfly in the storm

The woman was so gentle with her – encouraging her need to figure herself out, and within moments, Gaia felt a surge of relief that she had chosen this pack above the others she had passed. Her eyes were gentle as they studied the woman, and she gave a nod in response to her words. “I will sort myself out as quickly as I can,” she noted, her muzzle dipping slightly lower to reveal her gratitude. “And I will make sure it benefits the pack.”